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It's kind of buff-coloured ground, flowered all over with roses, deep-red roses, as nateral as life. Squire Dart wouldn't take no money for 't. He's awful sharp about them new bills. Sez they ain't no more'n corn husks.

"I say, Miller, that gal o' your'n is what I call the right sort o' woman, up an' down. I hain't said much to her, but I've noticed that she set a heap by this garding; an' I expect she'll miss the flowers more'n anything; now my womenfolks they won't have anythin' to do with such truck; an' if she's a mind to take care on't jest's she used ter, I'm willin'; I guess we shall be the gainers on't."

"I remember jest as well the first time you ever took breakfast here," she said. "You wa'n't more'n twelve, I don't reckon, an' the Major brought you by in the coach, with Big Abel driving.

Obed said it reminded him of a stable afire more 'n anything else. Pretty soon Bradley bit the end of one of the things and touched a match to it. He puffed twice Obed swears 'twa'n't more'n that and then he yelled for the boy.

An' ez to readin', he never did take no interest in learnin' how to read out'n them school-readers, which he declares don't no more'n git a person interested in one thing befo' they start on another, an' maybe start that in the middle.

When he jumped up Andrews noticed that he had a corporal's two stripes on his arm. "Hello, Andy." They shook hands warmly. "A' you all right now, ole boy?" "Sure, I'm fine," said Andrews. A sudden constraint fell upon them. "That's good," said Chrisfield. "You're a corporal now. Congratulations." "Um hum. Made me more'n a month ago." They were silent. Chrisfield sat down in his chair again.

It wuz right in the hite of sugarin'. They had more'n two hundred maple trees, and they had tapped 'em all, and they had run free, and they had to sugar off every day, and sometimes twice a day. That mornin' they had a big kettle of maple syrup over the stove, and Uncle Ezra and Aunt Tryphenia and mother wuz all a-kneelin' down pretty nigh to the stove.

Perkins did not come. So, undoubtedly, Big Tom had seen the scoutmaster. But whatever had happened, all had been quiet. That was some consolation. "It's funny about my friends," observed Johnnie at last. He shook a discouraged head. "Some way, I never have more'n one at a time." The Father set about cheering him up. "Ah-ha, now, and let's not worry a bit more!" he urged.

"Th' can warm their shins, that's more'n we can do, in a minute or two." The rapidly diminishing coals were arranged once more. They were a mere handful now and the house was cold. There were two big holes in the chimney where Jamie kept old pipes, pipe cleaners, bits of rags and scraps of tobacco. He liked to hide a scrap or two there and in times of scarcity make himself believe he found them.

'Tain't much good now, is it? Dick's crossed his luck and spoiled his Bible, and that's about all." "It'll do to kiss the book on still, won't it?" growled Dick, who was evidently uneasy at the curse he had brought upon himself. "A Bible with a bit cut out!" returned Silver, derisively. "Not it. It don't bind no more'n a ballad-book." "Don't it, though?" cried Dick, with a sort of joy.